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349 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



Along the Gypsy Trail 

A Book of Verse 



By 



MYRTELLA SOUTHERLAND 




1921 

The Stratford Company, Publishers 

Boston, Massachusetts 






Copyright 1921 

The STRATFORD CO., Publishers 

Boston, Mass. 



AUG-8'21 

The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A. 

0)CI,A622356 



Sebication 

To E, J. G. 

"Someone To Believe In Me" 



Introduction 

"Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness," 
A poet sang and sweetly long ago 
When all his heart a glamour was, aglow 

For very love that came to him^ to hless 

And touch him with its perfect happiness. 
These beauteous words, as music sweet and 

low. 
Echo within my heart for I, too, know 

That gratitude as dear as a caress. 

I thank thee for the loveliness that lies 
Within thy kindly spirit, for thy smile 
Upholding me the happy livelong day; 

For all the beauty of that Paradise 
We too divine and rest in all the while, 
For every lovely dream upon the way. 



CONTENTS 






Along the Gypsy Trail . . . . . 1 


Someone to Believe in Me . 






6 


To Those I Hold Most Dear 






8 


Awakening .... 






10 


My Need of You . 






11 


Because You Passed My Way 






. 13 


Sometimes I Sing a Song . 






14 


There Will Be Gladness . 






15 


April's Here 






17 


Now As I Walk With You . 






18 


Sweet Reward 






19 


The Temple 






. 21 


How Beautiful Is Faith 






22 


Faith, and Standards High 






23 


When You Are Smiling 






24 


Life Well Worth the Living 






26 


Let's Be Easy on Each Other 






29 


Suppose . , , , 






. 31 



CONTENTS 



Tryst . . . » . 

Brookside .... 

Shelter .... 

Realization 

Silence and Song 

A Miracle .... 

Dawning Love 

Weave It All of Dreams 

A Song of Youth 

Enchantment 

Stars in Your Wide Blue Heaven 

Love Song 

When You Need Me . 

Why Am I Sleepless ? 

The Magic of Spring . 

Stephano .... 

Country Skies 

Keep the Dream 

Time to Rise Up, Smiling . 

It's Love .... 

The Blue-bird's On the Wing 



CONTENTS 



Maytime Happiness . 

When Lilacs Bloom 

The Heart of My Friend . 

Come With Me and Beauty Know 
The Spring .... 
The Changeless 
That Which Yon Adore 

1 Saw It in Your Face 
When May Peeps Through the Grasses 
Revelation .... 
Companionship .... 

Amicitia 

Absence 

Because You Loved Me 
May, You're Singing . 
The Greatest Boon 
Friendship Helps the World 
Summer and June 

Caress 

Without Love .... 
T Have Made My Home Sweet 



CONTENTS 



Let 's Build a Little Altar . 

Constancy 

Speaking of Eyes 

Ever Your Friend 

Alchemy .... 

On the Hillside . 

The Call of the Woodland . 

A Token of My Love . 

The Gypsy Poet by the Brook 

Perfect Days 

Lane and Meadow 

Remember This . 

''Never Mind, My Dearie" . 

Red Raspberries . 

It Can't Be Always Summer 

0, 1 Have Wondered . 

What Would Your Love Mean 

One Day's Adventuring 

Rock-A-Bye 

An Old-fashioned Garden . 

Light and Shadow 



CONTENTS 




Reality of Dream 


. 121 


Mother's Blessing 


. 123 


Through Me Thy Music 


. 126 


Thank God for You, My Dear 


. 127 


Nocturne .... 


. 129 


Rest Thee in This Tender Word 


. 130 


Walled-in Gardens 


. 132 


A Friend's Eternal Joy 


. 134 


The Lover Sings . 


. 136 


Tribute .... 


. 137 


High Lights 


. 138 




. 139 


Sonnet — To the Memory of Mot] 


tier . . . 140 


The End 


. 141 



Our sincere thanks are due to Edgae A. Guest, 
of The Detroit Free Press, in whose column, 
''Breakfast Table Chat," many of these verses 
have been published, and to whom the author is 
deeply indebted for his faith and encouragement ; 
to S. H. P., H. L. F., H. E. W., and A. W. P., 
whose help and advice have been invaluable and 
will always be gratefully remembered; to the 
editors of The Springfield (Mass.) Republican, 
Delphian Quarterly, Musical Art, Ladies' World, 
Nautilus Magazine, etc., for permission to reprint 
in this volume poems previously appearing in 
these publication,s. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

Let's go a-gypsying across the world! 

Some golden morn beyond the roseate gleam 
Of early dawn, earth's blossoms all impearled 

"With dew, let's take the trail to song and 
dream ! 
O my beloved, to a sunny land 

We'll fare across the beauty of the hills, 
The greening vales, and there we '11 understand 

Through light and laughter and our gypsy 
wills 
What joy earth has in store for us who love ! 

We'll see the evening star fade into dreams, 
We '11 watch the dawn break splendidly above 

The mountain tops, the valleys and the 
streams. 

Aye, languidly our caravan will go 
Along the lowland rivers, through the dells 
1 



2 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

And, gypsy-like, before the Sun is low 
We'll call upon him for his wonder-spells 

To make us see with eyes how brightly keen 
The beauties of the trail, the splendor, too. 

Enveloping the hillsides and the green, 

Soft, daisied meadows 'neath the sky of blue. 

darling, clearly then you'll see my face 
And read its tenderness the long sweet way. 

As ne 'er before its pure love you may trace 
As lilies on the lake at dawn of day. 

Ah, Eomany shall be our song and name 

And for the wonder of a mystic sign 
The rose shall be our own and for our fame. 

Our wealth and glory only the divine 
Sweet right of loving all the summer through, 

Faring through all the fragrance of the way 
Together, dear, how happy, glad and true — 

Smelling the perfume of the new-mown hay! 

1 think that I could even beg for you 

In wondrous pleading of my two dark eyes 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 3 

Or steal from cornfields in the early dew 
And roast tlie fresh young ears, yes, gypsy- 
wise. 

The afternoon beside you I would dream — 

Of course our gold we should have cast 
away — 
And silver trout we 'd lure from out the stream 

To broil across the coals at close of day. 
The sunset, dear, beyond the farthest hills, 

What happiness to view it at my side 
And drink good-night from little rippling rills ! 

just to hear you call me, love, your bride 

Were music sweet ! Then cedar boughs we 'd 
bring 

For our soft bed, the sky with stars im- 
pearled, — 
love, dear Love, this song alone I sing, 

''Let's go a-gypsying across the world!" 

You do not know me, my dear, at all 
In this conventional and distant clime ! 



4 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

We cannot understand onr spirit's call 

And all the wonder of our dreaming time, 
So far away as oft, it seems, we 're thrown. 

You in your little corner, I in mine. 
Each buried in the task that is his own. 

And so we miss the height of the divine. 
Our dreams, we '11 let them mount unto the skies 

And, like a rocket in its light unfurled, 
Burst into rainbow, make us gay and wise. 

Let 's go a-gypsying across the world ! 

You have a gypsy heart and so have I, 

Loving earth 's beauty every radiant hour. 
Let 's be renewed ! Our youth, it must not die. 
Too, we have need of all our strength and 
power. 
And this, my own, we'll find — ^you know the 
Bay- 
Out in God's sweet fresh air and sun and 
shine ! 
Let's take the old, the lyric gypsy way 
And have a new experience divine. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 5 

Ah, we'll return, my sweetheart, you and I, 
Sun-kissed and brown and happy without fail ! 

Let 's go a-wandering, love, beneath the sky 
Along the beautiful, the gypsy trail. 



ALONG TEE GYP ST IB AIL 



SOMEONE TO BELIEVE IN ME 

' ' Someone to believe in me, ' ' 
What a happy song to sing, 

Full of joy and melody 
As the birds upon the wing 

In the Maytime, soaring high 

Toward the lovely turquoise sky ! 

All the world is brighter then; 

Cheered, we seek the goal again. 

"Someone to believe in me," 

What we thought was failure seems 
Just a step to victory 

On the pathway to our dreams. 
Soon a nobler purpose springs 
In the heart of him who sings 
Words like these, sustaining, sweet. 
With encouragement replete. 



ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 

''Someone to believe in me," 

Who would falter by the way, 
who could discouraged be 

With such joy as this to stay, 
Strengthen him, sustain and lift ? 
Isn't this a perfect gift, 
Better far than gold to send 
To uphold a faithful friend! 

' ' Someone to believe in me, ' ' 

this phrase with joy impearled, 
Full of strength, sincerity. 

Is the sweetest in the world ! 
Faults will fade and noble creeds 
Touch the heart to splendid deeds. 
All the world transformed must be 
With ' ' Someone to believe in me, ' ' 



ALONG THE GYFSY TRAIL 



TO THOSE I HOLD MOST DEAR 

When all the years have gathered round the 
gladness of my heart 

And I shall know it 's nearly time from this life 
to depart 

To fairer realms and greater tasks, may no re- 
gret be near 

For love withheld or joy denied those whom I 
hold most dear ! 

I want to have, all my days, no selfishness to 

rue 
And know I freely gave my praise, my fond 

affection, too. 
To those who mean the most to me, dear hearts 

I'm dreaming of, 
I want to feel I gave my all of laughter, light 

and love ! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 9 

And so though I may know regret for this or 

that I've done, 
That little tasks I brushed aside, nor greater 

goals were won. 
Still I shall be most happy when my last sweet 

hours are here 
If I have given of my best to those I hold most 

dear. 



10 ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 



AWAKENING 

My heart first woke to Music. 

Beauty, then you came ! 
Soon all the world was sunshine 

Because I heard your name. 

Now Music overwhelms me 
While Beauty holds me long, 

But You, because I love You, 
You waken me to Song ! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 11 



MY NEED OF YOU 

The earth has need of April rain 

To wake the flowers from idle dreams ; 

The chanting, gushing springs again 
Must come to aid the mountain streams. 

The roses need the sunbeams warm 
To make them flourish, bud and bloom ; 

Then later through the winter's storm 
The snow protects them in the tomb. 

The darkened night has need of stars, 
Of crescent moon and fairies gay, 

And without the glinting bars 
Of sunshine saddened is the day ! 

But more than all this need of things 
For chosen loveliness and true, — 

Of which my spirit ever sings, 
Is my eternal need of you. 



12 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

I need the quiet words you say 
To make my path an upward trail ; 

I need your smiles along the way, 
Without your kindness would I fail. 

Your love so pure and sweet I crave ; 

Your ideals, high as heaven's above. 
From hour to hour, from birth to grave 

How great my need of you, love ! 



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ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 13 



BECAUSE YOU PASSED MY WAY 

I AM as happy as a summer's day 
Because you passed my way. 

As happy am I as the day is long 
Because I hear your song. 

As happy shall I be through all the year 
Because you will be near. 



14 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



SOMETIMES I SING A SONG 

Sometimes I sing a song 
For one I honor well, 

But I cannot reach 
The wonder of his spell ! 

I have no wisdom great, 
Mine is no studied art ; 

I only have the dreams 
That lie within my heart. 

And so I hope he will 
Give pardon when I fail ; 

I, in my simple songs. 
Seek, too, the Holy Grail. 



ALONG TEE GYPSY TBAIL 15 



THERE WILL BE GLADNESS 

Thebe will be gladness this happy new year, 
There will be dreams that are fairer than all ; 

There will be little of trouble to fear, 
We shall have blessings, whatever befall. 

New friends will brighten the way and the old 

Still will grow dearer, new strength will be 

OTirs ; 

New hopes will come with their joys to unfold. 

Paths will be sweetened with sunshine and 

flowers. 

There will be laughter on lips that we love, 
There will be smiles to endear and to charm ; 

There will be rainbows and starlight above. 
Guidance to help us and keep us from harm. 

Answer to prayer shall be ours and desire, 
Not one may turn from his hope in despair ; 



16 ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 

Eest there shall be for the soul who may tire, 
Skies will be cloudless and all will be fair. 

This is the faith we must harbor and hold, 
This is the joy that should rest in the heart. 

Life holds a promise that 's brighter than gold- 
Ours but to trust and to do well our part ! 



ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 17 



APRIL'S HERE 

Daffodils, 

Greening hills ; 
Bright and clear, 
April 's here. 

Larks a-wing 
Soar and sing; 
Rain or shine, 
April 's fine. 

Lilac blooms 
And perfumes 
Now are near — 
April's here. 



18 ALONG IRE GYPSY TRAIL 



NOW AS I WALK WITH YOU 

Now as I walk with you eartti 's flowery ways, 
The thought comes, ^'May I never fail your 
heart 
Or give you any reason for distress ! ' ' 
may I give you all my tender praise 
And keep you always ! Only death may part 
Dear friends who know such trust and hap- 
piness. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 19 



SWEET EEWARD 

Feibndship means, to say the least, something 

glad to make the day 
Brighter, for it's very like sunshine on our 

happy way. 
When there comes the time that we, in the rush 

of many things. 
Miss the faces that we love, something swift and 

eager springs 
Deep within the heart to say, ''I must see my 

friend today ! ' ' 

Then, it's strange but it's true, as you think 
of her or him 

With that smile upon your face no rush of af- 
fairs can dim, 

Very likely at your door there 's the old familiar 
ring. 



20 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

How your heart leaps and at once all the world 

begins to sing! 
that hour holds something fine, that 's the hour 

for yours and mine ! 

*'Love and friendship," simple words, but how 

beautiful and bright, 
Linked together as they are in a welding of 

delight ! 
Life in all its varied change swiftly moves but 

for our sake, 
Though the lovelier it grows, here's a tie that 

cannot break. 
So in life, its deeds and dreams, here is sweet 

reward, it seems. 



ALONG THE GYPST TRAIL 21 



THE TEMPLE 

I BUILT a temple for my soul, 
So high it towered into the blue, 

And every brick, a noble thought, 
I garnered from the heart of you. 

how to light the temple fair 
And beautiful as paradise 1 

A lamp I then beheld, ah me, — 
It was the love in your blue eyes ! 



22 ALONG TEE GYPSY TBAIL 



HOW BEAUTIFUL IS FAITH 

How beautiful is faith from day to day, 
Ah, perfect faith in life and all it brings : 
Bright hopes, fond dreams for which the 
spirit sings. 

Faith in the friends that bloom along the way 

Like roses sweet, the friends who kindly say 
The truths we need, a thought to give us 

wings, 
Upholding us — the lovely, lovely things. 

Birds, blossoms, bees, the golden gifts of May ! 

let us keep above all else this true 
Dear faith of ours in men and all things fair ! 
Would we not rest in sweet belief that 
naught 
Of pain may come to hide our skies of blue 
For long 1 Yes, let us laugh at doubt and care 
And be what we would be in deed and 
thought. 



ALONG TEE GTPST TRAIL 23 



FAITH, AND STANDARDS HIGH 

To keep our standards high from day to day, 
To win perfection at the journey's end, 
To see the glad things as the road we wend 

Across the world or just the short, sweet way 

That leads to home, ah, to the roundelay 
Of endless song! A little gift to send, 
A book, a flower, a letter to a friend. 

And keep our own soul's trust — this is May! 

May of the spirit, love ! To keep our faith 
With men and year in year to measure up 
To their high hope for us and gladden, too, 
A few dear lives — so shall we e'en greet death 
With smiles, and deem it not a bitter cup. 
But let me surely keep my faith v/ith you ! 



24 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



WHEN YOU ARE SMILING 

Whejst you are smiling, life seems 
Most wonderful in song and dreams ! 
No matter where I turn I see 
The happy things and then to me 
Come swiftly winging on their way 
From sunny lands and far Cathay 
The sweetest songs heart ever heard 
In vocal or the printed word. 

When all is joy with you and bliss, 
It 's like the wonder of a kiss 
That takes away in sweetness all 
Save that which makes life beautiful ; 
For when you're happy so am I, 
Life dances on in melody. 
But when your peace has fled away 
I walk with Sorrow all the day. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 25 

There is a harmony of heart 
That knows and feels and plays its part 
So well, though even distance lie 
Between us, still it cannot die ; 
And so in all our day's employ 
Let's fill our happy hearts with joy 
That we uphold whom we love best 
And give the world our loveliest ! 



26 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



LIFE WELL WOETH THE LIVING 

Life is well worth the happy living of it 

And sweet reward it brings us all the way 
Until it seems we truly grow to love it 

And cherish it more dearly day by day. 
How many are the pleasures of its bringing 

That fill our hearts with happiness and mirth ! 
How beautiful the song it 's ever singing, 

The truth that lights us o'er the paths of 
earth ! 

Sometimes so full of promise and of beauty 
Its moments are that we are hushed and 
thrilled 
And even in the simplest little duty 

Our throbbing hearts with thankfulness are 
filled. 
Such lovely moments very often follow 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 27 

The greeting of a comrade, hand in hand, 
"When like a bird across the hill and hollow 
We fly to find true hearts who understand. 

And often, too, this swift exhilaration 

Comes to us wholly for remembrance dear, 
Some hour lived over in our meditation, 

That brought us gladness, some sweet yester- 
year. 
But many things there are beside affection 

That bring the glow that lights the very soul 
And send us singing on in the direction 

In which we shall attain the longed-for goal. 

There is the hour of study which has brought us 

New visions and new dreams and new desires 
That in the meshes of their lure have caught us 

And held us awed before immortal fires. 
There is the thrill, the glow of high attainment. 

The gratitude some service we could give 
Else were our souls crushed sadly in arraign- 
ment. 

There is the happy hope whereby we live. 



28 ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 

The hope, the trust, the knowledge sweet un- 
folding 
Of world beyond bright World, of Souls Di- 
vine 
That wait for our new sight, our Fresh Behold- 
ing, 
faithful friend! comrade! Sweetheart 
mine! 
From hence we go, spurred on to new endeavor, 
Eewarded well with all the heart could crave. 
Ah, life is worth the living, yes, forever, 
From birth to Birth beyond the shining grave ! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TEAIL 29 



LET'S BE EASY ON EACH OTHEE 

Let's be easy on each other! 

When you think I've failed, just say, 
''What do I know of her burdens 

Or her struggles on the way?" 
Keep your faith in me whatever 

Is the moment's high employ, 
Or its sheaf of sorrows darkly 

Overshadowing the joy. 

Let 's be easy on each other ! 

If that kindly note should go 
From your voice, I'll say, and gently, 

"All his cares I do not know. 
But I'll be so true and steadfast 

And so well I '11 play my part 
Something of my joy will reach him 

And renew his troubled heart. ' ' 



30 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

Let's be easy on each other! 

What are we to judge, indeed? 
Let's be happy all together, 

Answering to every need! 
Then the world will be all sunshine, 

Understanding all the while, 
And we '11 catch life 's fleeting beauty, 

Love and laughter, song and smile. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 31 



SUPPOSE 

Suppose we just remember 

The sweetness and the light, 
The charm and golden beauty, 

The wonder and the bright 
Dear things of life and ever 

Go over them and o'er 
And then upon the sorrows 

Just smile and close the door ! 



32 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



TRYST 

The daffodils are calling me, 
The clover blossom and the bee 
But, love, it's only, only thee 
Calling, calling. 

O take to him this tender word, 
That all my heart with love is stirred 
For him, and tell him, little bird, 
I 'm coming, coming ! 

Out in the fields where all is green 
And beautiful and sweet and clean, 
Where fairies dance through all the scene 
I '11 meet him, meet him. 



ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 33 



BROOKSIDE 

I WOULD lie upon my wide green lawn beneath 

the cherry tree, 
All white with blossoms, and just let the robins 

warble down to me, 
The sunshine kiss my laughing face 
Out in that happy dwelling-place ! 

Wouldn't I love to bury, too, down in the arbor- 

vitae trees 
My face for all their fragrance sweet, and dance 

to springtime 's melodies, 
But eyes are all along the way 
Seeking the commonplace of day. 

Ah well, I know another home, its lawns are 

green and wide and deep. 
And rolling fields lead to the brook where I could 

lie and fall asleep. 



34 ALONG TBE GYPSY TBAIL 

And not a soul would know or care 
If robins nestled in my hair! 

Beneath its towering trees of pine beyond the 

library I might 
Do as I pleased, secluded there, close to the 

road, in long delight. 

''Brookside," with your guards of pine, 
Some day, I think, I '11 claim you mine ! 

And there my friends shall come and we will 
drop our cares ; just like a child 

1 dream each happy heart will sing in freedom 

sweet and young and wild. 
And with my closer dear ones, too, 
I '11 find rich beauty fresh and new. 

Its hospitality will call glad strangers from the 

winding road 
And we will find new strength and joy within 

my welcoming abode ; 
The gratefires in the glowing fall 
Will burn to welcome each and all. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 35 

Just at the turning of the road, the first breath 
of the country way, 

You'll find me with my laughing heart await- 
ing you some summer day. 

we '11 grow young and glad and wise 

And play it is true paradise ! 



36 ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 



SHELTER 

Thunders may roll above my head 
And lightnings flash incessantly, 

But I am housed within your love, 
A shelter builded over me. 

And nothing born of earth or sky 

Can touch my glad heart with a sigh. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 37 



REALIZATION 

Sometimes there comes to us the fullest sense 

Of gratitude for hearts we dearly prize, 
Rare fellowships that bring sweet recompense 

For every grief beneath the sunny skies. 
The smiles that hover on our lips are fled 

In poignant understanding just how deep 
That feeling lies, how dearly cherished 

Is that rich beauty which the soul may reap. 

When such a feeling takes possession dear 
Of all my heart in some still hour of rest, 

Life 's deepest meaning is made brightly clear 
And at this shrine, of all earth's loveliest, 

I kneel and pray that year in happy year 
Our love be newly and divinely blest. 



38 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



SILENCE AND SONG 

I LISTEN for the silence 

All sweet with May and spring 
But nowhere can I find it 

For happy birds that sing. 

I 'd worship you in silence 
Sweet as hushed holy things 

But in my heart forever 

Love sings and sings and sings. 



ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 39 



A MIEACLE 

I KNOW it was a miracle 

That brought us two together 

To find our joy here, side by side, 
Through bright or stormy weather. 

you remember it was May, 
My little song resuming; 

The fragrant shower and then the sun 
And all the world was blooming. 

1 know right well it was no chance 

Of fate or Maytime weather, 
But O it was a miracle 

That brought us two together ! 



40 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



DAWNING LOVE 

If we two are to know at all 

The beauty of a dawning love, 
let it be in silence sweet 

Of earth below and sky above 
Before the singing birds come home 

From that far, dreaming, lyric south ; 
And listen to this word of mine, 

Lay not a kiss upon my mouth 
Nor touch me with that hand of yours, — 

But in your eyes I would not mind 
If there a tender song of love 

Some golden moment I should find ! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 41 



WEAVE IT ALL OF DEEAMS 

If you long for love that lasts, 

Plan no starry tryst, 
Let the hours pass by in dreams. 

Golden and unkissed. 

If you long for love that stays 

And will understand. 
Only glance into Love 's eyes, 

Barely touch his hand. 

If you long for love that grows 
More and more, it seems, 

Radiant and beautiful, 
Weave it all of dreams ! 



42 ALONG THE GYPSY TEAIL 



A SONG OF YOUTH 

You stood before me, fine and strong 
And handsome in your glowing youth ; 

Your voice was like a clarion song 
And you a trumpeter of truth. 

A god you seemed from ancient hours 
Upon the hills beside the sea 

And I, a goddess, wore the flowers 
You wove, a garland just for me. 

We two there at the height of May, 
Both children of a modern time, 

Yet harking back unto the day 
Of early flowing Grrecian rhyme ! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 43 



ENCHANTMENT 

Insistently and sweet the woodlands call — 

Through all the old loved tasks I hear the 
song 
Which, as I listen, holds me in its thrall. 

0, 1 must follow, well I know, ere long ! 
And, as I walk, the bobolink will spring 

Up from the flowery hillsides and the grass 
Of meadows, wind-caressed, to soar and sing 

As I, enraptured, smiling, onward pass. 

The incense of sweet clover speaks to me 
The adoration of the radiant earth 

That lifts its face to fair infinity 

For joyfulness, tranquillity and worth; 

For beauty both of loveliness unseen. 

Unknown as thought beyond glad thought will 
lie, 



44 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

And loveliness beheld, the blue between 
The fleecy snowdrifts of the summer sky. 

E 'en as the earth holds in her fond embrace, 

Wherever shimmering stream and lake abide, 
The mirrored sky, so I behold your face — 

In spirit you are walking by my side ; 
At sweet returning and at close of day 

And through the night, dear, wide-eyed as I 
rest, 
And in my dreams the thought of you alway 

Is mirrored in my heart and I am blest. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 45 



STARS IN YOUR WIDE BLUE HEAVEN 

Stars in your wide blue heaven, 
What do you dream of, pray? 

What is the shining vision 
Keeping you till the day? 

Are you so rapt in watching 
Over my sweetheart 's face. 

Just as the Star of olden 
Over the Manger 's Grace ? 



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LOVE SONG 

The roses fade and droop and die, 
Their petals falling by the score, 

When June drifts into warm July, 
We see their beauty then no more. 

The sunset in the distant west, 
That opal glimmering and glow. 

Fades all too soon with eve and rest. 
Ah, that its beauty had to go ! 

But the love I bear for you, 
More beautiful than any sky, 

Than any rose, my love so true, 
Will never fade and cannot die ! 



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WHEN YOU NEED ME 

When you call me 

I will follow 
Over hill and 

Vale and hollow 
With the swift wings 

Of the swallow. 

Call me in the 
Happy Maytime, 

In the balmy 

Fragrant haytime ! 

Too soon passes 
All our playtime. 

When you need me 
And would borrow 

Strength to aid through 
Joy or sorrow, 



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Beckon only, 

''Dear, tomorrow!" 

When yon breathe my 
Name, I hear you. 

With my love and 
Faith to cheer you, 

believe I 'm 
Ever near you ! 



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WHY AM I SLEEPLESS? 

Why am I sleepless? Ah, where 's the repose, 
Sweet as a petaljhat falls from the rose, 
To touch my eyes softly the long night through ? 
Why am I sleepless? I'm thinking of you. 



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THE MAGIC OF SPRING . 

There's something magical about the spring 
To wake our hearts to gladness more than all 
The happy year. Is it the robin's call 

As on the branch he now begins to sing 

With such rejoicing in his caroling? 

The golden glint of sunbeams as they fall, 
The crocus blooming by the garden wall, 

The daffodil, the blue-bird on the wing? 

All these, but most of all within the soul 
The magic lies ; a spell to make us see 
The world reborn in beauty out of pain, 
A song to make us happy, gay and whole, 
Something to set our prisoned fancies free, 
Bidding us hope and smile and dream again. 



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STEPHANO 

O Stephano, he loves to go out where the winds 
are straying, 

His organ strapped upon his back, and with his 
happy playing 

Charm all the little children's lives as laugh- 
ingly they follow 

His music gay across the hills and through the 
vale and hollow ! 

Stephano, he loves to go where villages are 

lying 
In all their rare content and joy and, like a wild 

bird flying, 
Bring to the children carols sweet while Beppo 

takes each penny 
Or, lifting up his crimson cap, bows if there 

aren't any. 



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Stephano, lie loves to go where streets are 

winding gaily 
Down to their end for little girls and boys that 

follow daily ! 
He tosses Beppo balls to catch and now and then 

a cherry 
That fnnny little creature eats, as round as any 

berry. 

Stephano, he loves to go and play his organ 

sweetly , 
For shut-ins by their windows, who are happy 

there completely 
Wliile Beppo turns his cart-wheels odd and all 

the children clearly 
Are charmed with this quaint organ man, the 

pet that he loves dearly ! 

Stephano, I'd love to go an afternoon in 

summer . 
Like you and charm the children dear, each 

happy little comer. 



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The golden sun, the fresh green lawns, the 

laughter and the glee, sir, 
The music on the sweet, warm air — ah, these 

appeal to me, sir ! 

O Stephano, where'er you go in sunshine and 

bright weather. 
May hosts of little children gay and you laugh 

on together ! 
Pray take my wishes, sir, along to them upon 

your way, sir; 
And, Stephano, before you go, you're just a bit 

of May, sir ! 



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COUNTEY SKIES 

Some love the lure of cities 
And all their rush and din, 
The noise and strife, 
For city life 
Is where they would begin 
To toil for fame and fortune. 
For honor, gold and pelf. 
But country skies 
And melodies 
And one can be himself ! 

A day out in the meadows 
Beneath the forest trees, 
The river's edge 
And man may pledge 
His faith there at his ease ; 
He learns with deeper insight 



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Life 's blessings here and now 

And clearly sees 

Its mysteries 
Solved on the Summer 's brow. 

He takes his fishing tackle 
And baits again the hook 

And lies to dream 

Beside the stream, 
Or a familiar book 
He reads there at his leisure, 
And ponders for a day 

What he loves best 

And takes a rest 
The good old-fashioned way. 

A day out in the open 
Beneath the country skies 
Beside a pool 
Where all is cool 
And life 's in fairest guise 
Is Just what you have need of 



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To make you glad and whole. 
why not go 
Out there and know 

Rich joy of heart and soul? 



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KEEP THE DREAM 

Through all to love and keep the dream 

That haunts the soul with high emprise ! 
What matter though the hours may seem 

To pass in such a varied guise ? 
Through all to hold more precious far 
Than gold or any shimmering star 
The hope which bids us still to strive 
And keep that dream we love alive ! 

Fair fields are blooming past the gate 

That bars us for a little while 
Away from all their beauty ; wait 

And soon we shall be free to smile 
And claim their loveliness as ours. 
We '11 walk through all those brilliant flowers 
And wonder at impatience shown, 
So soon these blessings are our own. 



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Through all to keep and love the dream 
That haunts the soul with tasks to do, 
Through little things that always seem 

To take our time and talent, too! 
To keep the dream and love it well 
And say beneath its starry spell 
* ' One thing, at least, each day I '11 try 
To make success and dreams come nigh!" 

Our highest hopes God-given are 

And shine before us day and night 
Like to the sun and evening star 

To guide us with their hallowed light. 
keep their beauty all through life ! 
This is the purpose of the strife, 
Through effort to attain an end. 
So keep the dream, and win, my friend ! 



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TIME TO EISE UP, SMILING 

Time to rise up, smiling. 
Time to hope and plan ; 

Time for thought and action 
And to say, '^I can!" 



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IT'S LOVE 

It 's love that gives me strength, my dear, 

And joy along the way; 
There 's nothing else I know, my dear, 

To brighten so the day. 

It 's love that gives me heart, my dear, 

To laugh at every care ; 
It 's love that gives me hope, my dear, 

And drives away despair. 

It's love that gives us courage, dear. 

To follow out the plan 
God holds for us to give us cheer 

And help our fellow man. 



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THE BLUE-BIRD'S ON THE WING 

Ah love, the blue-bird's on the wing again, 
Flies like a dart from towering tree to tree, 
Dips low and sweeps the happy heart of me 

Up to the sky and bids me sing again 

For all the beauty of the spring again 
We two have loved with bird and bloom and 

bee, 
And all the wonder of its sorcery, 

Song after song that it will bring again. 

Sorrow has fled and Fairy Joy once more 
Beckons and laughs and lures me as of old 
Out to the hills and brooks, the meadow lea 

And promises the splendor of her store, 
Increased, enriched unto a thousand fold 
If only you will smile and dream with me ! 



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MAYTIME HAPPINESS 

The green is in the maple trees 

And the cherry trees are white, 
The plum tree is a beauty now 

And the peaches a delight ; 
It's the time of all the seasons 

When the world is at its best 
For its delicate, bright blossoms — 

It's the month that's loveliest. 

In a day or two the lilacs 

Will be blooming on the bough 
And the world will be more fragrant 

And more beautiful than now ; 
There are daffodils of yellow 

And the tulips, looking up, 
In my garden beds remind me 

Of the saucy buttercup. 



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There, I must once more be faring 

To the woodlands wild and free, 
Where the dells are like a picture 

And as fragrant as can be; 
I must take my faithful collie, 

With his wonderful brown eyes 
Telling me how he enjoys it. 

For a walk beneath the skies. 

we know the wooded meadows 

South of town, the Valley way 
On the north in all its beauty. 

Where the little children play; 
There's the college grove, the campus 

In the summertime and, too. 
We've the friendly Eaisin river 

With its beauty ever new. 

What a happy thing forever 

Is the Maytime when we fare 
Through earth's fragrant blooming wonder, 

Not a doubt and not a care, 



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Thanking God for every blessing, 
Gaining courage for the strife, 

Smiling sweetly to remember 
Every perfect gift of life ! 



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WHEN LILACS BLOOM 

When lilacs are in blossom and the air 
Is sweet with their perfume and birds a- wing 
Carol of youth and all the joy of spring, 

And everything is fresh and very fair, 

O that 's the time to lose your weight of care, 
For privilege of living laugh and sing 
And to all sweetness of remembrance cling, 

The time to think and dream, to do and dare ! 

The sun and stars shine on more brilliantly 
And new-found joy is with us more and more 
In this, the hour of laughter, song and lyre ; 
New power is given to the soul to see 
The happy things of life and to explore 
The uplands leading to the heart's desire. 



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THE HEART OF MY FEIEND 

God must have made thy heart a treasure-hold 

Of loveliness, for therein, friend, I see 
Much that is beautiful and bright as gold 

That daily brings rich happiness to me. 
How pure the joy there reigning all the time 

With sympathy and understanding dear. 
But more than all I honor its sublime 

High purpose, its great ideals year in year. 

How happy am I that this treasure-trove 
Includes no dross of cheapening alloy, 

The little faults that might estrange my love 
And darken all the wonder of my joy! 

friend of mine, whose true worth nothing 
mars. 

En thee my soul is lifted to the stars ! 



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COME WITH ME AND BEAUTY KNOW 

COME with me and beauty know, 
'Tis Maytime and the world's a-glow! 
How lovely all the earth about! 
The lilac blooms are peeping out 
And there's a fragrance on the air 
To woo us from the realm of care 
And all our sorrows to destroy — 
This is the isle of perfect joy! 

The cherry trees are all in white, 
The symbol of their glad delight. 
The robins chirp and seem to sing 
Of scarlet cherries that will cling 
Unto the branches now in flower 
In just the passing of an hour. 
This is the time when dreams come true 
For you and me — for me and you. 



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The peach trees with their rosy glow 
Are loveliest of all, you know, 
So delicate and such a hue ! 
Now is the spirit born anew 
And every heart throbs to a song ; 
New hope is born to make us strong, 
New inspiration floods the soul 
And whispers of the cherished goal. 

The apple orchards all are sweet 
With fragrance and 'tis here we meet 
The spring with smiles ; here we confess 
Our simple world's fresh loveliness. 
Yes, come with me, we'll be as one 
Though never here beneath the sun 
Have I known you — have you known me. 
Ah, for that dear discovery! 



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THE SPRING 

** Trickle, trickle, trickle," hear it softly sing, 
How I love to listen to the bubbling spring ! 
Always glad and happy, jubilant and gay, — 
Little, but it's flowing swiftly on its way. 

''Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle," how it laughs all 

through 
Days of summer, looking to the skies of blue! 
Doesn't get discouraged, laughs and lilts along 
To the mighty river with its merry song. 

''Ripple, ripple, ripple," never stops all day, 
Calls out to its comrades all along the way 
"What a world of beauty, shade and summer 

sun ! ' ' — 
Working, laughing, singing till its goal is won. 



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THE CHANGELESS 

There 's one thing I have noticed day by day 
As I go faring through the verdant bowers 
Of loamy woods to gather fragrant flowers 

And that is this, along our happy way, 

How little do we change ! The same bright ray 
Of hope sustains us. Through the busy hours 
The soul responds to the familiar powers 

Of the same joys, desires and moods of play. 

How happy am I that I always find 

Old friendships sweet, yes, dearer year in 
year. 
Old loves still lovely and more beautiful 
As time goes by, with kind hearts just as kind, 
Upholding us in times of doubt and fear 
And even a radiance in the dutiful ! 



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THAT WHICH YOU ADOBE 

''That which you adore unfolds for you." 

W. L. C. 

Ah, that which you adore unfolds for you 

In wondrous beauty and in light and song ! 
The skies above you gleam more brightly blue 

When love has come for something sweet and 
strong, 
Nobility of purpose or of plan, 

A vision lovelier, more perfect art, 
A glimpse into the brotherhood of man. 

The fragrant path unto another's heart. 

Because we love a thing the Law attracts 

It nearer to us day in happy day 
And every deed born of our worship acts 

Like some great magnet to draw things our 
way. , 



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How subtle is the sense we are adored! 

How beautiful may be unfolding truth, 
The magic of the universe restored 

Unto the heart of laughter and of youth! 

Ah, that which you adore unfolds for you ! 

Light-heartedly with Pan through all the 
spring, 
In perfect gladness as your dreams come true, 

What lyric wonder you Avill find to sing I 
Because of my dear adoration, love. 

For you I know new beauty will unfold 
And, like a star that hovers high above, 

Eeveal to us its heart of gleaming gold. 



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I SAW IT IN YOUR FACE 

I SAW it in your face, 

The wonder and the light 

Which love must ever trace, 
So beautifully bright. 

No heart of all that crowd 
Blithe, gay and debonair, 

Could dream that e'en aloud 
You claimed me then and there. 

But I knew it, I 

With you in that fair place, 
That love had come for aye — 

I saw it in your face. 



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WHEN MAY PEEPS THEOUGH THE 
GEASSES 

It's such a happy time o' year with loving 

friends about you 
And not a care to trouble you and not a soul to 

doubt you, 
When all the trees are leafing out and robins, 

too, are singing, 
With hosts of little feathered friends theiir 

homeward journey winging. 

It's such a happy season when new joys are 

ours for winning. 
When garden beds are planted and the flowers 

are just beginning 
Way back there in the seed to grow as human 

love and laughter 
From little seeds we're sowing now and shall 

in the hereafter. 



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It 's such a wondrous hour, indeed, when all the 

woods are waking 
To little songs that here and there their happy 

way are making 
Across the meadows and the hills, through 

grasses sweet and clover. 
such a happy time to walk with comrade, 

friend, or lover ! 

The springtime is the fairest time, we make a 

wonder of it, 
Rich beauty after winter's grey, how could we 

help but love it? 
And so for blossom, bird or bee, for romping 

lads and lasses 
It 's such a happy time o ' year when May peeps 

through the grasses. 



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REVELATION 

Can it be the sweetest story is the story unre- 
vealed? 

Is it true the rarest garden is the garden far 
a-field? 

Even heaven is the fairer that its glory is con- 
cealed? 



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COMPANIONSHIP 

Weth beauty all our days are brightly blessed 
Who know the loveliness that never ends 
In glad companionship, when heaven sends 

Us comrades true and, at the soul's behest, 

The kindred hearts we love. Ah, life is dressed 
In colors fair as Autumn 's as she wends 
Her way down olden paths, to treasure friends 

Thus happily, and we are at our best ! 

For friendship opens many a door unseen 
And leads to lands of pure delight as well 
We might have missed, explains the little 
things 
That make life dearer, the soul we might have 
been 
Or yet can be and casts a golden spell 
About us till the spirit sings and sings. 



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AMICITIA 

Theee's something deep and tender, true and 
sweet 

In friendship that has never been defined, 
A beauty fairer far, unto our mind. 
Than full-blown roses blooming on the street 

Of summer morns, when zephyrs faint and 
fleet 

Blow softly by; an understanding kind 

Which in no other realm the heart may find, 
Sustaining strength with endless joy replete. 

Ah, who shall sing or who interpret here 
That fullness of our faith in friendship found. 

Or who shall chant in tender notes and clear 
The rich, the pure devotion, the profound 

And deep regard for those we hold most dear, 
Unless from Love's own voice the song re- 
sound ! 



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ABSENCE 

Deae one, the miles of space, 

When we believe. 
Are but a trysting place. 

Where we receive 
Love that, on angels ' wings, 

Yearns to relieve. 



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BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME 

Because I knew you long ago 

And that high purpose of your soul 

Inspiring me to delve and grow, 
I kept my eyes upon the goal. 

Because the heart of you was sweet, 
Because your tender smile is mine 

In memory, life is complete 
And every passing day divine. 

Because you loved me, more than all, 
I'll try to find that bit of praise 

Within my heart, whate 'er befall. 
God love and keep you all your days ! 



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MAY, YOU'RE SINGING 

May, you're singing as you're swinging 

Through the forest green. 
And your laughter follows after 

In the woodland scene. 

Are you dreaming of the gleaming 

In your sweetheart's eyes 
As you're dancing and advancing 

To your melodies? 

May, I follow, hill and hollow, 

And I 'm singing, too. 
Through the clover of my lover 

And his eyes of blue. 



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THE GEEATEST BOON 

Were I to ask the greatest boon in life, the 

fairest gift, 
The inspiration of its joy, its strength to cheer 

and lift, 
I'd search my heart in tenderness to answer, 

''Only this. 
Of one I cherish, friendship true and all my 

days were bliss!" 

Were I to crave a jewel rare, more beautiful to 

prize 
Than any gem that ever shone beneath the 

sunny skies, 
I should not ask for treasure from the Indies 

or an isle 
Of buried gold but only this, a friend's regard 

and smile. 



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Or sought I heaven on the earth, as, truly, 

friend, I do. 
In your companionship I'd find that bright 

Elysium, too; 
Were I to lose life 's choicest gift, I know that it 

would be 
To find the garden of your heart a desert land 

to me. 



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FRIENDSHIP HELPS THE WORLD 

Feibndship helps the world along, 

Wakes to dreams and golden deeds, 
Touches every heart to song. 

Answers all our simple needs ; 
Friend, yon understand with me 

Life is beauty, full of grace. 
And its loveliness I see 

When I look into your face. 



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SUMMEE AND JUNE 

Surging a song, dear, and humming a tune 
Bring me the nearer to summer and June ; 
Hearing you speak in the voice that I love, 
This is the gladness I'm e'er dreaming of. 

Seeing you smile on your pathway of flowers, 
Watching your grace in the sweet summer 

hours. 
Touching your hand as it steals over mine, 
Here is a breath of the summer divine. 

Tell me again of your love deep and true. 
here 's the song that will keep my sky blue ! 
Love, what is better or dearer than this, 
Save it were touching your lips with a kiss? 



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CARESS 

How sweet the tender ways of love, 
The little things we dearly prize, 

But sweetest in the world to me — 
That fond caress within your eyes ! 



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WITHOUT LOVE 

What would the world be like, my dear, 

If love in all its phases. 
Its simple songs, its kindly words. 
Its tender looks and phrases 
Were stolen far away to be 
A new world's gladness? 
All of sadness 
Our days would seem to you and me, 
Sadness. 

What would the sunny mornings be 
Without your sparkling laughter. 
The lyric noons, the twilights sweet, 
The long nights following after. 
If love were taken from our dreams ? 
Today, tomorrow 
All of sorrow 
Life then would be, or so it seems, 
Sorrow. 



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I HAVE MADE MY HOME SWEET 

I HAVE made my home sweet for the dear 

thought of you, 
I have gathered bright roses all fresh with the 

dew; 
I have placed them in vases about all the rooms 
For here it is, darling, my love for you blooms. 

There are pink ones where softly my music I 

play, 
There are white ones where morning receives 

me at day; 
There are red ones for love in the room where 

I write 
And dream of you, dearest, from morning till 

night. 



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LET'S BUILD A LITTLE ALTAR 

Let 's build a little altar 

And kneel at break of day 
Before the task, beloved, 

Then go upon our way ; 
For such a bright beginning 

Will surely help along 
And wake our world to beauty 

Of melody and song ! 



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CONSTANCY 

The roses bloom in sunimer hours 
And naught as beautiful is seen ; 

They blossom in earth's fragrant bowers, 
Eich colors lifting o 'er the green, 

But soon — too soon — ^these petaled flowers 
Fade gently from the glowing scene. 

all my dreams are fair as they, 
As bright and beautiful they are 

As roses lighting up the way 
Or yonder hallowed evening star, 

Yet may they shine on endlessly 

And naught their radiant beauty mar ! 

May I be constant, may I hold 
And keep my sunny dreams all bright ! 

may I treasure all their gold 
And all their beauty and delight 

Until I die, till I grow old 
And fare into the lovely night ! 



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SPEAKING OF EYES 

Speaking of eyes, forget not the grey ! 
These are sincerest and truest, they say. 
How I have loved them, ah yes, and have seen 
Here are the pure and the strong and the clean. 

Back of them shine the ideals of the soul 
Making us happy, contented and whole ; 
Here there is nothing but sweetness and light, 
Dreams that are lovely and hopes that are 
bright. 

So as I journey along on my way, 

Here is my greeting, as well, to the grey; 

Here are the comrades, the dear ones and 

friends 
Heaven in its goodness and verity sends. 



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EVEE YOUR FRIEND 

'^EvER your friend," she wrote, ''Ever your 
friend, ' ' — 
O, it seemed then it was the fairest thing 
That could be phrased ! It was a song to sing, 

And while upon life's happy way I wend 

'Tis often on my lips. It will defend 
My heart from grief and like a jeweled ring 
Bind me with joy and happiness to cling 

And make me brave and glad until the end. 

O life, youVe brought me many gifts, I know, 
But this was very, very fair to me 
And at your feet in gratitude I say, 
''What if I fail, what if I win or no, 
Most beautiful my days will always be 
In tender faith between us all the way ! " 



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ALCHEMY 

A FEiEND to share our pleasures, our happiness 
and dreams, 

To fare the road beside us o'er meadow-lands 
and streams. 

To joy with us in every new gladness and de- 
light, 

then the world is happy and everything is 
bright ! 

A friend to share our sorrows and lighten all 
our care, 

To lure the golden sunshine and make our world 
all fair. 

To give us strength in weakness and courage 
through the strife, — 

Not glory, fame or fortune, but friendship glad- 
dens life. 



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It may be distance severs us from their sunny 
smile 

And yet in spirit with us they wander all the 
while ; 

Through shining joy or error and blind mis- 
chance they seem 

The alchemy that touches life all to golden 
dream. 



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ON THE HILLSIDE 

Some morning in summer at rising of sun, 
Just leaving your commonplace duties undone, 
For a few hours of rest to your soul fly away 
To some favorite hillside at dawn of the day. 
A note-book, a pencil, a volume of rhyme, 
A watch to be able to measure the time, 
An orange, a sandwich to stay you and then 
You call to the collie to frolic again. 

You haste to the pathway that winds to the 

green. 
The beautiful hillside, your favorite scene; 
The great lofty trees arise, laughing and gay. 
And how the branches the summer winds 

sway! 
You catch the new songs of the birds as they 

sing, 



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In the deeps of the coolness their joyousness 

fling. 
yes, for an hour or two lay on the shelf 
All save the keen joy of just knowing yourself I 

Here now as I sit with this beauty around, 
Methinks the true peace of my soul I have 

found ; 
The oaks and the elms and the sycamore trees 
Bear evidence quaintly of days such as these. 
For carved on their boles are initial and name 
Of long-ago children my fancy may claim. 

it may be the same clear-eyed mirth and sweet 

rest 
They knew, the identical joy of my breast ! 

1 think I could sit here the whole summer day 
To hear yonder tree-tops so musically sway 
And then get acquainted here now at my ease 
With the sweet summer fragrance and bright 

melodies. 
Just scribbling and giving my collie a pat, 



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Relaxing and lazily happy, all that — 

And some day we'll come with the purpose to 

stay 
And lie in the shadows the whole summer day ! 



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THE CALL OF THE WOODLAND 

Ah, once I thought it was the swaying grasses, 

The sweet winds blowing music through the 
reeds, 

The songbirds voicing all their joyous creeds, 
The blossoms blooming on the hillside passes 
In rose and violet and golden masses. 

The butterflies, the bubbling brook that 
pleads, — 

All these, I fancied, answered to my needs 
As long ago to laughing lads and lasses! 

But now I think it 's something richer, deeper 

That calls me to the woodland for my singing 
And like the morning sun awakes the sleeper 
Gives me new light and sets my soul a-wing- 
ing: 
It is the strength of trees to great heights reach- 
ing. 
It is their hope and faith for my sweet teaching. 



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A TOKEN OF MY LOVE 

I HAVE a bed of roses 

That bloom alone for you 
And though I may not send them, 

A token of the true, 
The tender love I bear you, 

From all their petals curled 
I blow their fragrant sweetness 

To you across the world. 

The golden sun above them, 

Of this there is a share 
To make you gay and happy 

And all your pathway fair. 
The rains that wash their petals 

Will wash your pain away. 
Their beauty cheer and keep you 

Forever and a day. 



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THE GYPSY POET BY THE BEOOK' 

Out toward the Valley there's a place in sum- 
mer where I love to go, 

Sit by the brook and idly trace some vagrant 
letters in a row; 

Behind the hill beside the road beneath those 
towering trees I dream 

And sometimes o 'er a little fire I cook beside the 
lilting stream. 

Here it is so beautiful ! There are no words 
in which to tell 

How lovely ! I could reach and pull the grape- 
vines down to swing in. Well, 

One day I thought of flowery fields and of that 
balmy, fragrant place. 

Sheltered and green and so enclosed from sight 
of any human face. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 101 

I packed my lunch and took my books and set 

out early in glad mirth. 
' ' This is the fairest spot, ' ' I thought, ' ' God ever 

set upon the earth!" 
But when I reached my shelter green a gypsies ' 

caravan was there, 
A gypsy boy stood by the fence, with laughing 

eyes and curling hair. 

I dallied on across the bridge as if I had no 

interest in 
Their camping place. A friendly tree I found, 

my pleasure soon to win, 
Up in a lane, but when the night was near I cut 

across the stream 
Another place and there he lay penning a little 

idle dream. 

A year went by. I said, ''I'll go once more to 

that old favorite spot 
And cool my face down in the stream ' ' — it was 

so warm and melting hot. 



102 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL. 

I stayed the morning, listened to the singing 

birds, the babbling brook. 
The humming bees ; I laughed and sang and read 

a little happy book. 

But yonder sunshine grew so bright, beside a 

moss-grown log I lay. 
My parasol above my head, and dropped in 

slumber quite away. 
Ah me, its rose-wreath must have lured into 

that little sheltering glen 
His heart once more, for there he stood, that 

dark-eyed gypsy lad again ! 

His gaze awoke me with a start. I glanced into 

his face and fled. 
Flew up the hillside path nor looked below or 

heard the words he said, 
Until at last the gate I reached, and there he 

stood, my little book 
Clasped in his hands. still I see that gypsy 

poet by the brook! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TEAIL 103 

There's just enough of gypsy blood in me, I 

think, to make me dream, 
How would it be these golden days to idle by 

a laughing stream 
And follow Summer where she goes singing 

across the valleys sweet. 
Or strike the gypsy trail in fall, the autunm 

leaves beneath my feet ? 



104 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



PERFECT DAYS 

SuMMBE in a northern clime 

Where all's fresh and cool, 
Jotting down a little rhyme 

By a shady pool ; 
Songsters in the maple trees 

Sing their roundelay, 
such simple joys as these 

Make a perfect day ! 

Winter in a southern clime. 

Here's the rose of joy. 
Blossoms and a song, a rhyme 

For the heart 's employ ; 
Love and light and laughter, too, 

Where the palm trees sway 
And the skies are deeply blue. 

What a perfect day! 



ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 105 



LANE AND MEADOW 

I LOVE to gather in the lanes 

Wild roses and sweet clover, 
But most of all I gather there 

Fond thoughts of you, my lover. 

I love to walk the meadows sweet, 

Dance o'er their airy spaces 
And stoop to gather by the streams 

The little violet faces. 

But wheresoe 'er I go I find 

One face, the brightest, clearest 

That means the whole wide world to me 
And that is yours, my dearest ! 



106 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



REMEMBEE THIS 

Nothing goes but something lovelier 's near 
To take its place ! In moments of distress, 
Dear heart, remember this and it will bless 

Thy way until life's gladness will appear 

In largess and in bounty all the year. 
Anticipate ! Believe ! And happiness 
Shall come to thee and all sweet loveliness. 

Strength to relieve be thine and joy sincere! 

miracles are on their way through faith ! 
Have we not proven, dear, that this is so ? 
What holds the future? Wonder, triumph, 
bliss. 
Dreams all come true and Sorrow's just a 
wraith, 
Dear friend, if we compose our hearts and 
know 
That lovingly He cares. Remember this ! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 107 



'^ NEVER MIND, MY DEARIE" 

When little tads on summer days 
Trip in the tangled grass and fall, 

They fly to mother 's tender ways 
And soon they do not care at all. 

For ''Never mind, my dearie," 
Her gentle voice will croon. 
A tale she tells 
Of fairy dells 
Or frolics on the moon. 

When older we have grown and meet 

A loss or any little thing 
That grieves, there still is glad and sweet 

To make us smile and sing and sing. 

For ''Never mind, my dearie," 
A tender voice will say, 



108 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

And then and there 
The world's so fair 
There's splendor all the way! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 109 



RED EASPBEEEIES 

Eed raspberries fresh from the drooping vines, 
And you may have your meed of royal fare ; 

For me their flavor is a thing that shines 
With thoughts of youth and laughs away all 
care. 

They waft me back to happy childhood days, 

To memories of father long ago 
In happy hours that know my sweetest praise, — 

We gathered them together, row by row. 

0, 1 was just a merry little maid 
There with my dolly underneath my arm! 

At picking berries like a game I played 
That held for me a sunny, elfin charm. 

Eed raspberries and thick, rich cream, ah me. 
What banquet could be finer in the land f 

father mine, let's wander happily. 
As long ago, to seek them, hand in hand I 



110 ALONG TBE GYPSY TRAIL 



IT CAN'T BE ALWAYS SUMMER 

It can't be always summer 

In a land of northern clime 
Nor can meadows green and fragrant 

Beckon to us all the time ; 
The roses bloom in beauty 

As they climb the cottage door 
But it's only for a little 

And their loveliness is o 'er. 

It can't be always summer, 

But the memories that cling 
And the beauty that refreshes 

Which the true heart loves to sing, 
Make eternally a season 

Of pure sweetness and delight 
And we know the cycle's swinging 

To a summer just as bright. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 111 

It can't be always summer 

In the joys tliat touch the soul, 
Yet the memories that gladden 

And the hope that keeps us whole ! 
For we smile in looking backward 

To the pleasures we have had 
And we sing to dream of deeper 

Loveliness to make us glad. 



112 ALONG THE GTPST TRAIL 



I HAVE WONDERED 

0, I HAVE wondered sometimes 

If the dearest experience, 
The highest dreams and wonder 

Of earth's bright excellence 
Are not to love unanswered, 

To treasure as our best 
An adoration lying 

Deep hidden in the breast? 

There 's something almost holy 

In such a love as this, 
That knows no sweet confession 

And never dreamed a kiss ; 
It's like the tender starlight 

That shines upon a world 
Of hidden bloom and fragrance 

'er meadows dew-impearled. 



ALONG THE GTPSY TEAIL 113 

It's like the dawn impassioned 

And still and white before 
The splendor of the sunrise, 

To love thus, to adore 
Another heart in silence ; 

Too soon the wild birds sing 
And make a laughing riot 

Of all the dreaming spring. 



114 ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 



WHAT WOULD YOUR LOVE MEAN 

What would your love mean? 

This question I hear. 
All the bright beauty 

The world holds, my dear. 

What would your love mean? 

The touch of your hands? 
Heart to heart, truly, 

love understands ! 

What would your love mean? 

All earthly joys, then 
Heaven descending 

To gladden again. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 115 



ONE DAY'S ADVENTUEINO 
(To F. V. K) 

One day's adventuring out where 
The meadows and the fields are fair 
With blossoms and the fronded fern, 
But when it 's evening home I turn. 

One day's adventuring sometimes 
Among the bookshops and sweet rhymes, 
An hour or two for music, then 
It's home I long for once again. 

One day's adventuring, ah yes, 
It brings me joy and happiness. 
But when the twilight settles down 
It 's home I want and my home town ! 

One day's adventuring to see 
Old friends who mean so much to me, 
But when it 's night I long to hold 
A little boy with hair of gold. ^ 



116 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

One day 's adventuring and then 
Back to the one I love again; 
Sweet welcome! Kisses! Laughing eyes! 
We three and home — that 's paradise ! 

One day's adventuring, indeed, 
Brings riches to my sunny creed 
Of light and joy for every soul 
To make him glad and keep him whole. 

One day's adventuring, one day, 
Out where the sunbeams laugh and play 
Among dear friends where I would roam 
But when it's evening, take me home! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 117 



EOCK-A-BYE 

Little sonny in my arms, 
how beautiful the charms 
God has given you, your eyes 
Bluer than the summer skies. 
Lips of coral, wreathed in smiles ■ — 
Ah, they'd lure me miles and miles! 

Cheeks like petals of the rose 
In the twilight's sweet repose. 
Golden hair in ringlets curled. 
Dearest heart in all the world. 
Little hands, hands just like mine. 
Lead me all the way divine ! 



118 ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 



AN OLD-FASHIONED GARDEN 

Theee^s a dear old-fasMoned garden 

That I pass by every day 
"Where the yellow roses blossom 

And the dancing shadows play ; 
There the sunlight is the brightest 

And the lilies fairest yet, 
In that dear old-fashioned garden 

That I never can forget. 

There 's a little laughing fountain 

In the shadows dim and cool 
Where all day the birds are warbling 

And they're dipping in the pool; 
There the water trickles over 

Little pebbly stones and goes 
Down the way of water-lilies 

To call on the rambler rose, 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 119 

0, it long has been my fancy 

That the dreams of all the world 
Have been fostered in the garden, 

Here with joy have been impearled, — 
For the dearest, little laddie. 

Though he's only three and three, 
Is the dream that makes me happy 

And he 's waiting there for me ! 



120 ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 



LIGHT AND SHADOW 

There is light at the break of the morning 
And, mingled with hope of the day, 

Its rose and bright silver and turquoise 
Drive all the dark shadows away. 

There is light in the blossom unfolding 

Its beauty for lovers to see. 
In the radiant stars that are beaming 

Their loveliness down upon me. 

But the light in the face of my darling. 
His memoried smile all the day, 

Is brighter, more lasting and lovely 
And drives all the shadows away! 



ALONG THE GTPST TRAIL 121 



REALITY OF DREAM 

There are roses in my garden, though they may 

be fast asleep, 
And the vines of ivy climbing o'er the walls 

about me creep 
In a tenderness protecting, though to others 

they might seem 
Bleak and bare — to me they're lovely in reality 

of dream. 
There are lilac trees in blossom in the sunshine 

bright and warm. 
Though perhaps you'd not behold them in the 

raging of the storm. 
And the arbor where the grapes lie, heavy, pur- 
ple, waiting me, 
Is a thing of beauty; truly, which perhaps but I 

could see. 



122 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

0, it isn't absolutely necessary to know here 
Just the very actual presence of some loveliness 

most dear, 
For in dreams 'twill come to beauty, naturally 

then to flower. 
Budding, blooming, bearing sweetly in life's 

own beloved hour. 
So the dreams we all may fashion in reality are 

true, 
Just as gardens will be blooming and the skies 

the deepest blue; 
We have only to keep trusting, planning, striv- 
ing to that end, 
And we reach the goal we long for in a little 

while, my friend! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 123 



MOTHER'S BLESSING 

(For Victor) 

LITTLE son, you whom I love 

Above all else in this wide world, 
Your babyhood I'm dreaming of, 

Your golden ringlets tightly curled ; 
And then there came the day when these, 

The curls I loved, grown long and fair, 
Were lost, to saddest melodies. 

The day they cut my baby's hair. 

But so beautiful your head 

Looked then to me that all the tears 
Which in my anguish I had shed 

Were dried, as oft the daylight clears 
Beyond the rain. Well, soon to school 

You proudly went and once again, 
In losing to that splendid rule, 

I had to know my hour of pain, 



124 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 

But all your baby tricks and wiles 

That charmed me in that early time, 
Your baby prattle and your smiles 

Are in the picture and the rhyme ; 
Endearing hours, enchantment sweet 

And love and laughter all in one. 
Ah, babyhood is all too fleet 

And vanished, nearly, ere begun! 

How beautiful are all these years 

Now of your boyhood, glad and fine ! 
I know no grief or pain or tears. 

This is the hour of joy divine; 
This month you will be ten years old, 

How can it be my tiny one 
With all his clustering curls of gold 

You are, my splendid little son? 

What fascinating hours of play 

You know from morning until night, 

With every day a happy day 
Filled with its change and rare delight ! 

The books you read, your artful talk 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 125 

As side by side, good comrades, we 
Go out for just a little walk, 
The plans you fashion hopefully ! 

0, I shall know a mother's pride 

With every year that passes on 
And we will dream here side by side 

And joy in all your honors won. 
True, I may know again a day 

Of sorrow when you leave me here 
But I shall have our dreams alway, 

God knows that they have been most dear ! 

No world so wide, no path so long 

We cannot find each other's smile 
And life will be ' ' one grand, sweet song, ' ' 

Whatever fate the afterwhile 
Shall hold for us, heart of mine. 

Of joy or sorrow, honor, praise. 
May mother's love, a blessing shine 

To make you happy all your days ! 



126 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



THEOUGH ME THY MUSIC 

God, break me like a wind-tossed reed 

And with Thy fragrant breath 
Blow through me to a heart in need 

Until it tarryeth , 

"Within the realm of blessedness 

Thy children find each day 
In this bright world of happiness. 

Through me Thy music — pray ! 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 127 



THANK GOD FOR YOU, MY DEAR 
Thank God for you, my dear ! Thank God for 

you, 

For you have made me happy as a queen 
In that you love me and so kind have been 
That every day my skies are clear and blue. 

Thank God for you, my dear! Thank God, 
indeed, 
Your loving presence fills my heart with joy 
Which nothing in the world can e 'er destroy. 

He gave you to me in my hour of need. 

Thank God for you, my dear ! Thank God, I say. 
Consider, did He ever send a friend 
So wonderful, beginning unto end. 

As you have been to me the long, long way? 



128 ALONG TEE GYPSY TBAIL 

Thank God for you, my dear, and may I bring 
Something as sweet to you in love 's return ! 
Your every hope, a candle bright to bum, 

Be granted, — in your heart Eternal Spring. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 129 



NOCTURNE 

The wind all day was crying out your name 

And with the night came tears. 
I had not known how beautiful a flame 

All — all these years — 

Had burned within my heart until at length 

The mingled tears and rain 
Put out the last bright ember of my strength. 

Life ! Love ! How vain ! 



130 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



REST THEE IN THIS TENDER WORD 

Be still and know that God is Love 

And Love like His can never fail. 
In all that thou art hoping for, 

Through summer shine or wintry gale, 
Remember, He is guarding thee 

From some bright, beautiful Above 
And He will give thee strength through all. 

Be still and know that God is Love. 

Be still and know that God is Love. 

No sorrow can come nigh to grieve 
Thy heart for long. keep thy faith 

And faith in turn thou shalt receive I 
Through all the day a charm will seem 

To touch thee, all thou dreamest of; 
New hope will shine to make thee glad, 

Be still and know that God is Love. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 131 

Be still and know that God is Love. 

Let go and rouse thee from despair 
For thou shalt find true happiness 

In His sustainment sweet and care; 
Lift up thy face to perfect joy, 

Go forth thy splendid soul to prove. 
rest thee in this tender word, 

Be still and know that God is Love I 



132 ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



WALLED-IN GAEDENS 

don't you love the dear, old-fashioned gar- 
dens 

Where fleur-de-lis and valley lilies bloom, 
The gardens where the roses all are budding 

And soon will be so sweet with their perfume ? 

How like a snowdrift yonder the spirea, 

Those great old bushes bending down in 
white ! 

The peonies are opening in glory 
And ready now to cheer us in delight. 

Or what could be much lovelier than lilacs, 
These Persian beauties, royal as a queen? 
The daffodils are always bright and jaunty 
And add their charm and color to the scene. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 133 

But sweeter yet the dear old-fashioned ladies 

Who smile and tell you all about each flower ; 
Who helped them plant the vines, the blooming 
hedge-rows, 
The happy days they knew there, hour in 
hour. 

don 't you love the gay old-fashioned gardens, 
Walled-in and fragrant, radiant and fair, 

But most of all the dear, beloved faces 

One dreams of, walking in the silence there ? 



134 ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 



A FRIEND'S ETERNAL JOY 

Friendship — ''It is for aid and comfort 
through all the passages of life and death." 

— Emerson. 

How happy am I that my friendships mean 

Something eternal, not a transient honr 
Of rapture and pure joy how sweet and clean 

Then soon neglected and devoid of power 
Of inspiration and of kindness here ! 

A friend, to me, means so much more than 
this. 
Shrine of my endless pleasure, hope sincere, 

Light of my soul, creator of my bliss. 

Dear, when I take you to my heart, 'tis not 
A whim, a frail fond fancy unto me, 

Enchantment gay and soon to be forgot, 
A little roseleaf of my memory. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 135 

I do not count my friends a trifling joy 
But something holy, meant for worship sweet 

And worthy of a love naught can destroy, 
Not fascination merely, bright and fleet. 

A true friend never could I put away 

With just a handclasp and a greeting glad, 
I want to feel him in my heart today, 

Cherished and loved, else were my spirit 
sad- — 
Too sad for singing — and each passing year 

I want to love him more and make him see 
Though I, too, prize the world, its mirth and 
cheer. 

He is the sun eternally to me. 



136 ALONG THE GYPSY TBAIL 



THE LOVER SINGS 

You are the sunshine of my happy day, 
Warming my heart in all your tender love, 
A joy of which I 'd never have enough 

Were I to tread the flowery, fragrant way 

To far eternity. Where planets sway 
In yon, deep, darkling blue there high above, 
You are the moon at eve for dreaming of. 

The starlight, too, in all its soft array. 

Each hour seems like a miracle to me. 
So much it holds of worship and of mirth, 
Devotion such as lovers never knew ! 
From early dawn to twilight's mystery 
Your beauteous charm it is that lights the 
earth, — 
The night is heavenly for love of you. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 137 



TRIBUTE 

I WANT to say that you have been to me 
So beautiful an influence each day 
Of my whole life since first you came my way 

For me to honor, never can there be 

That stretch of lonely hours, but vividly 
I find life 's color with its song and play, 
Its earnest reaches beyond all the grey 

And I smile on so much more happily. 

Rich hope I find in each glimpse of your face. 
I look to see its radiance, somehow 
In just that flash I am uplifted, friend; 
The world's not quite the same, it has new 
grace. 
New loveliness and beauty, this I vow, 
And so I hope it will be till the end. 



138 ALONG TEE GYPSY TRAIL 



HIGH LIGHTS 

We never see a clouded sky- 
Without some silver in it ; 

Through every day that passes by 
There's many a golden minute. 

No sorrow but has beauty, too, 
Upon the canvas painted — 

Nor any hour we 're passing through 
That is not sweet and sainted. 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 139 



THE SONNETS OF ROSSETTI 

At last I found the beauty I had sought 
Within the pages of an olden book 
Where, lying at full length beside the brook 

Amid that lovely silence, though I caught 
The faintest bird-songs, I had laughed to naught 
My doubts and fears. Only a glance, a look — 
All heaven opened in that little nook 

And I was lost in wonder of sweet thought. 
What wealth the poet down the ages sent 
In sonnet after sonnet, gleaming gold ! 

How rich was I ! How blue the sky above ! 

Homeward at last, enchanted, on I went 

For life had blossomed, aye, a thousand fold 
More beautiful, and I — I walked with 
Love. 



140. ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 



SONNET 
TO THE MEMORY OF MOTHER 

What is there lovely, beautiful enough 
To say in praise of thee, mother dear, 
And all we knew together year in year 

Attuned to thy most deep and tender love, 

Thy fond devotion? I am dreaming of 

The songs, rocked at thy breast, I oft would 

hear 
Thee sing at twilight and of thy sincere 

Enjoyment of earth's beauty — Heaven's above. 

Thy flowers still bloom, thy paintings on the 
wall 
Grow lovelier for these can never die, 

These soft pastels that breathe thy spirit 
sweet ; 
Thy books, thy letters dearer now than all 
Are brightly filled with endless melody. 
How can I wait until we two shall meet ? 



ALONG THE GYPSY TRAIL 141 



THE END 

Ah, brother, unto thee my final tribute 
Of pure devotion as we fare our way 

Toward heights of which we dream in tender 
longing — 
Here is my thought of thee from day to day. 

A smile upon thy face, go forward bravely, 
A dream within thy artist soul, climb 

Toward immortality o 'er mountains lofty 
Until thou reach at last the Truth Sublime! 



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